"What are the conditions?" The crowd was not surprised at Angel’s request for conditions. External assistance obtained free of charge is often the most costly; having a give-and-take is more reassuring than receiving help without any reasons whatsoever.
They couldn’t break open the projection themselves and had to seek help from others. Currently, the only one who could help them was this red-haired youth in front of them. As for the Observer... this person almost never met their gaze directly.
In the current unbalanced relationship of supply, the other party’s proposal of conditions seemed all too normal to them.
Moreover, they were curious about what conditions the other party might suggest. Perhaps they could glean some clues about his identity from the conditions he proposed.
"Very simple, I hope that if you report on this incident in the future, you don’t include me or the Observer in the record." Angel didn’t want to cause a great commotion like the last Lassudral incident. Although his identity hadn’t been revealed this time, he wanted to be cautious.
"Only this one condition?"
"Hmm? Does it seem too little?"
"No, I’m just a bit surprised," Diescher was taken aback. He thought Angel would propose some difficult exchange, but it was such a simple matter.
President Zhuguang pondered, "Even if we don’t report it, someone else might pass the information on. For instance, the Bai Yu Wizard from a moment ago."
"No matter, the information the Bai Yu Wizard passes on externally is completely different in nature from the news you announce to the public."
After all, the Bai Yu Wizard is just one person, while the entities Zhuguang and Diescher represent are two major periodicals. One is the most authoritative publication recognized in the Southern Domain, and the other has the highest sales volume in the Southern Domain. Their influence is far greater than the Bai Yu Wizard’s by countless times.
Angel: "Time is running short. Do you have any other objections?"
President Zhuguang glanced at Adelaide, then exchanged looks with Diescher. From each other’s eyes, they saw a unanimous answer, and finally nodded, "Alright."
"However, what happened here isn’t a secret, so perhaps completely not mentioning it might not be the best way to handle it."
Angel: "What opinion does President Zhuguang have?"
President Zhuguang: "You could gloss over it by saying a ’mysterious powerful figure was present on the scene.’"
"Wouldn’t calling it mysterious make people more curious?"
This time, President Zhuguang didn’t reply. Instead, Diescher explained, "Not mentioning it is a suppressed explosion. If you lay a foreshadowing first, after the excitement of the discussion subsides, it will just become old news."
Angel thought about it carefully and agreed that Diescher had a point. Completely avoiding discussion might have counterproductive effects.
"Then let’s do it according to what you say."
After speaking, Angel did not waste any time and directly stretched out his fingertip to prepare to shatter the projections of the crowd.
"Can we establish contact with you? We are really curious about the outcome of this incident and hope to..." Seeing Angel point his fingertip at him first, Diescher hurriedly said.
Angel interrupted him directly, "It’s too early now to talk about results. I’m not even sure if I’ll survive."
After saying this, without waiting for Diescher to respond, Angel’s fingertip flashed with a glow, and the beam of light shot directly into Diescher’s projection, tearing the image to shreds in an instant.
After seeing off Diescher, Angel pointed his fingertip at President Zhuguang.
President Zhuguang didn’t speak. He just nodded at him, his mouth faintly smiling.
Was it an illusion? Angel always felt that President Zhuguang’s expression held a hint of interest.
Without further thought, the same beam of light waved, sending off President Zhuguang as well.
Finally, Angel turned to face the cold-hearted "Black Duke" Adelaide.
While facing this Black Duke Witch, Angel paused slightly, contemplating whether to reveal anything about Reeves.
Adelaide noticed Angel’s hesitation as well. After a moment’s silence, she asked, "Do we know each other?"
"We don’t know each other."
"Have I seen you before?"
"Probably not."
Adelaide: "We don’t know each other and haven’t met, then what are you hesitating about?"
Angel exhaled a breath, "It’s nothing, just suddenly remembered an old matter, but it’s nothing now. I’ll send you off now."
Angel ultimately decided to wait a bit longer. If he exposed information about Reeves to Adelaide now, his own identity would be revealed. He could wait a while longer; after all, the Black Duke would soon come to the Barbarian Cave to participate in the Tea Party, and he could hand Reeves over then.
As Angel reached out his fingertip toward her, Adelaide seemed to think of something and softly said, "In fact, after coming here, I also remembered an old matter. Or perhaps, an old friend."
"Old friend?" Angel’s fingertip was already beginning to shimmer with light.
Adelaide nodded, "An old friend from Berth Island."
Angel’s eyes shifted slightly.
"For some reason, I suddenly thought of him, but he’s clearly not here," Adelaide said blandly.
Angel was silent for a moment, "Really? In such a tense moment, to still think of this old friend, it seems he’s quite important to the Black Duke lady."
Adelaide replied a bit confusedly, "Maybe, yes."
Angel spoke no more; too much emotion and conversation would become cues for others to decipher.
The glow revolved, the beam burst forth, and with the shattering of Adelaide’s projection, these advance pioneers in pursuit of big news all disappeared into the Mist Belt.
After finishing all this, Angel returned to the Observer’s side.
They didn’t speak. The Observer was observing the situation with the broken shells in the distance, while Angel pondered Adelaide’s words.
Adelaide suddenly mentioning an old friend from Berth Island was indeed beyond Angel’s expectations. After all, he had never disclosed information about Reeves.
This only demonstrated that her Spiritual Sense was astonishingly sharp... and Reeves was telling the truth; perhaps he indeed had a deep connection with Adelaide.